June in New England is like a lover's dream made tangible.

A house with no fireplace is a house without a heart.

Almost all words do have colour and nothing is more pleasant than to utter a pink word and see someone's eyes light up and know it is a pink word for him or her too.

the tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.

We need time to dream, time to remember, and time to reach the infinite. Time to be.

The curious thing about fishing is you never want to go home. If you catch something, you can't stop. If you don't catch anything, you hate to leave in case something might bite.

the real evidence of growing older is that things level off in importance ... Days are no longer jagged peaks to climb; time is a meadow, and we move over it with level steps.

Some of the days in November carry the whole memory of summer as a fire opal carries the color of moonrise.

nothing decorates a home like books. There they are, waiting to decorate the mind, too!

Dog lovers are a good breed themselves.

Christmas is a bridge. We need bridges as the river of time flows past. Today's Christmas should mean creating happy hours for tomorrow and reliving those of yesterday.

Those who make conversations impossible, make escalation inevitable.

Sometimes we all forget that the world itself is paradise, and there has been much of late to enourage that amnesia. (Microserfs, p 366)

But the Dark cannot claim what Light does not surrender.

The pleasure of one's effect on other people still exists in age - what's called making a hit. But the hit is much rarer and made of different stuff.

When your life is working there will be an absence of drama

At certain times you really feel as though you have to do something.

There is a much cheaper way, less complicated way to bring Iraq and Saddam Hussein to its knees: it is simply to send the Bush economic team over there and let them run the country.

Love is appreciating, complimenting, feeling gratitude, and speaking good words to others.

As a member of an escorted tour, you don't even have to know the Matterhorn isn't a tuba.

youth, when it is hurt, likes to feel itself betrayed.